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JOY- BELLS 



LYRICS OF HOPE 
& OTHER POEMS 



BY 

GEORGIE TILLMAN SNEAD 



NEW YORK 

EDWIN S. GORHAM 

1909 






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Copyright. 1909. by 
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THE CHOIR INVISIBLE 



" The Lord is my strength and my shield. 
My heart trusted in him and I am helped. 
Therefore my heart greatly rejoiceth, 
And with my song ivill [praise him. " 



CONTENTS 



Part I 
Lyrics of Hope and Trust 

PAGE 

Inspiration 7 

Invocation to the New Year (1909) . 8 

Easter Joy 9 

There'll be Sunshine To-morrow . . 9 

An Idyl of Summer 10 

Gloria in Excelsis 11 

Sometime — Somewhere . . . .12 

Beyond 13 

He Will Perfect That Which Con- 

cerneth Me 13 

I Will Declare What He Hath Done 

For My Soul 14 

His Banner Over Me is Love . . .14 

His Messenger IS 

The Chr>'salis 15 

In the Night-Watches .... 16 

The Voice 16 

A Prayer 17 

The Windings of My Life . . . .17 

In the Covert of Thy Wings ... 18 

Guide Me 18 

God's Vestibule 19 

I Shall be Satisfied 19 

I Cannot Help From Singing . . 19 

The Song Triumphant . . . .20 

The Hills of Light 21 

On The Heights 21 



PAGR 

A Vision 22 

The Veil 22 

The Light of God 23 

Lord, to Whom Shall We Go ? . . .23 

I Will Never Leave Thee Nor Forsake . 23 

There's Joy in all the World To-day . 24 

God is Love 24 

Oh, Glorious Day 25 

Rejoice and be Glad 25 

The Whole Wide World for Jesus . 26 

The Wounded Bird 26 

The Iron Hath Not Entered My Soul . 27 

Truth is Mighty and Will Prevail . .28 

Let Your Life Ring True ... 28 

Will the World be Better for What 

Thou Hast Done? .... 29 

Duty 30 

Never Give Up 30 

The March of the Seasons . . . 30 

To a Late Blossom .... 31 

He Keepeth Watch . . . .32 



JOY- BELLS 

Lyrics of Hope and Other Poems 



INSPIRATION 

Oh, wondrous grace my God hath given, 
To me whose eyes were void of sight ! 
He hath infused his glorious light. 
And now this earth is like to Heaven ! 

For now I see. my eyes discern, 
The mighty marvels of his love, 
The glories of the heavens above. 
And wonders of the earth I learn. 

New beauties everywhere now spring 
In leaf and bud and tree and flower ; 
I feel the glory of each hour, 
As fast it speeds on golden wing. 

Can I repine when this rich feast 
Is evermore before me spread, 
In this great volume daily read, 
Which God can show unto the least? 

No, may I ever praise his name. 
How hard soe'er my cross to bear, . 
Since everywhere in earth and air, 
I see his wondrous love aflame. 

Then let me through this day be strong 
In earnest word and noble deed, 
Since God supplies my every need. 
And maketh bright my path along. 



INVOCATION TO THE NEW YEAR 
(1909) 



New Year, I ask these gifts of thee : 
I ask not that my coffers full may be 
Of yellow dust which men call gold, 
For, mayhap, mortals with such treasure 
blest 

Grow proud and hard and cold. 

I do not ask the laurel wreath of fame. 

For though to outward eyes it seem most 

fair, 
Full well I know that many a piercing thorn 
Its fresh green leaves may bear. 



I do not ask a quiet, sheltered spot, 
Where earth's world-weary throng may 

never pass ; 
I do not ask exemption from the cross, 
Nor from the cares which burdened hearts 

harass. 
I ask, New Year, that I may bear 
Within my heart a song of cheer. 
Whether my skies be wholly bright. 
Or whether they be drear. 



A trust unfaltering in an unseen Hand, 

To guide my steps along the way,— 

O'er mountain crags, or deserts of the 

wild, — 
Through starless nights, or sun-emblazoned 

day. 
Health would I ask, and strength, 
To do my work with patient love. 
Unmurmuring, though my task be hard, 
Since 'tis appointed by my God above. 



A love for all things grand and beautiful. 

Of star and peak and sunset sky. 

Of rainbow hues, and flowers and birds. 

And ocean's wondrous majesty. 

A heart of love for great and small, 

For man, however poor and wretched he 

may be, 
A peace which nothing earthly may disturb — 
An all-encompassing charity. 



EASTER JOY 



Oh, Easter morn, thy beauty breaks, 
In glorious radiance on my soul, — 

The night of death hath passed away! 

And light now shines from pole to pole 

Proclaim the tidings far and near 
How Jesus died and rose again, 

And by his wondrous victory. 

Gives life to all the sons of men. 



He conquered death, he triumphed o'er 
The hosts of sin and broke their chains ; 

Oh, glorious, glorious victory! 

The risen Lord forever reigns. 



Oh, hasten now unto his courts, 

And swell the mighty anthem there ; 

Jesus, our risen Savior, Lord, — 

Throughout the earth the tidings bear. 



THERE'LL BE SUNSHINE TO-MORROW 



Oh, why should we e'er yield to sorrow, 
Or trouble needlessly borrow? 
To-day may be dark, but still sings the lark, 
And we know there'll be sunshine to-morrow I 

To-day not a flower may be blooming, 
To brighten the gloom o'er us looming, 
Yet still we know while winter winds blow. 
The violets of spring are coming! 

To-day our friends may deceive us. 
And troubles bitterly grieve us. 
Yet His promise is true, to me and to you. 
That he'll never forget or leave us. 

Then why should we e'er yield to sorrow ; 
Or trouble needlessly borrow? 
Look up, and not down, and banish thy frown, 
For there will be sunshine to-morrow I 



AN IDYL OF SUMMER 



Oh, God, I love this world of thine. 
And all its marvels spread abroad, 
The myriad creatures of the sod, 
Who praise thy name and ne'er repine. 

'Tis birth of day, oh, glorious hour ! 
The shadows all are flown apace, 
And like to one who runs a race. 
The earth her orbit swings with power. 

A golden globe springs in the east, 

The world is filled with quickening light, 

On earth or sky I see no blight. 

As nature spreads her morning feast ! 

Oh, happy ones, oh. free of care. 
Ye songsters of the hills and groves, 
Your matins tell of joy and love. 
As swift ye cleave the azure air. 

Ye brooks are laughing on your way. 

As through the mead ye glimpse and glide, 

To join the ever-swelling tide 

Of waters to the deep-mouthed bay. 

Oh, rose of June, thy fragrant breath. 
Fills all the air with incense sweet. 
What joy thy beauteous face to greet. 
Where life hath triumphed over death! 

Oh, peaceful groves with dew-empearled, 
Thy shades are like to Paradise, 
Where I can banish all my sighs. 
And revel in a new-made world. 

Oh, gleeful waves, ye sing to me. 
As light ye dance upon the shore. 
My heart is joyous evermore. 
When listing to such minstrelsy. 

All things in earth and air and sea. 
Are filled with summer's sensuous charm. 
Oh, man behold thy dwelling place, — 
Rest here in peace, dread no alarm. 



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GLORIA IN EXCELSIS 

The gates of heaven swung wide, 

Forth flashed bright wings through all the 

high, ethereal dome. 
A host of seraphim and cherubim, in glistening 

white, 
Their faces shining as the sun, 
With gentle, undulating motion. 
With pinions flashing, radiant, 
Moved down from heaven's high battlements, 
To lowly earth. 

Millions upon millions of stars shone 
In the blue depth of ether far below, 
And as the lustrous throng drew near 
They paled, abashed at the seraphic glory. 
There was a hush o'er all earth's realms ; 
Nature, in homage to her Lord, stood silent, 

in speechless awe. 

For He had come ! The great, eternal God, 

Incarnate had become! 

Oh, mystery infinite ! oh, thought beyond all 

thought ! 
The great Creator had become a creature, 
And now, with all a creature's limitations. 
Lay helpless in a manger. 
On a lone hill, in Judah's realm. 
Shepherds were abiding, their flocks to keep. 
Weary with long watching, they lay asleep 
Unconscious of the radiance round about them. 

"Glory, glory, glory ! 
Glory in the highest. 
Peace on earth, good will to men I" 

Myriads of angelic hosts. 

With strains divinely sweet. 

Filled all the earth with symphonies supernal. 

The shepherds rose upon their feet, 

And dumb with a great astonishment 

Looked up into the fathomless abysm, 

Where millions of gleaming wings 

Made luminous the darkness. 

The light grew brighter and more bright. 

Till Night, in terror, fled amazed, 

Henceforth to know that Day 

Her reign etemal had begun. 

"Glory, glory, glory. 

Glory be to God in the highest, 

Peace on earth, good will to men." 



II 



There was a sound of rushing hosts, — 
A harmony infinite to mortal ears, 
Highest heaven caught up the strain. 
And from the Eternal Throne was echoed, 

"Glory, glory, glory, 
Glory be to God in the highest, 
Peace on earth, good will to men. 
Amen! Amen! Amen!" 



SOMETIME— SOMEWHERE 

There'll be a bright day dawning, 

Sometime — somewhere, 
There'll be a glorious morning, 

Sometime — somewhere. 
We shall wipe away our tears. 
We shall banish all our fears. 
When that happy dawn appears. 

Sometime — somewhere. 

Hope's banner will be lifted. 

Sometime — somewhere, 
And the clouds of doubt be rifted. 

Sometime — somewhere. 
Evermore the sun will shine, 
With a radiance benign, 
And no more will hearts repine 

Sometime — somewhere ! 

All the wrong things will be righted. 

Sometime — somewhere. 
And Truth's golden torch be lighted. 

Sometime — somewhere. 
And the pain our hearts have borne. 
Will forevermore have flown ! 
We shall know as we are known. 

Sometime — somewhere. 

The star of love will brighten o'er us, 

Sometime — somewhere. 
Then there'll be a happy chorus, 

Sometime — somewhere. 
Songs of praise we'll sing forever, 
Care and sorrow reach us never. 
From our loved ones we'll ne'er sever, 

Sometime — somewhere ! 



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BEYOND 

Beyond the line that bounds our finite vision, 
Beyond the breaker's roar, the storm's 
dread power, 
Lie the fair fields of the land Elysian, 

Where peace abides and tempests no more 
lower. 

Far seems the land to our short-sighted fancy. 
And vague and all uncertain to our mortal 
eye. 
Yet still we know full well it there abideth, 
That there those fields in heavenly beauty 
lie. 

There in that peaceful land of love and glad- 
ness, 
No more shall fall dark shadows of the 
night, 
The smile of God will banish all our sadness, 
And fill our souls with Heaven's divinest 
light. 

There we shall see the loved ones gone before 
us. 
There we shall clasp their hands with pre- 
sure sweet. 
There we shall sing the glory song supernal, 
There we shall cast our crowns at Jesus' 
feet! 

Then let us patient be through all our voyage. 
And murmur not though heaving billows 
rise. 

They do but waft us nearer to the haven. 
Beyond these cloud-dimmed skies. 



"HE WILL PERFECT THAT WHICH 
CONCERNETH ME" 

He will perfect all His plan, 

I will wait His gracious will. 

Bide His time, for it is best, 

His purpose sure He will fulfill. 

I must not, cannot idle be. 

But do my part with faithfulness, 

Praying for His grace and power, 
Knowing that His time is best. 

Let me not murmur at my cross, 

But strive to do what good I can, — 

God will comfort and sustain. 
He will perfect all His plan. 

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I WILL DECLARE WHAT HE HATH 
DONE FOR MY SOUL 

I will declare what he hath done for my soul, 
I will proclaim his mercy and grace, 

For out of the darkness he drew me, 

And showed me the light of his face. 

He hath turned my sorrow to gladness, 
My cup he hath filled to the brim; 

My heart can never know sadness, 
While I look for joy unto him. 

I will declare what he hath done for my soul, 
I will praise him forever and aye I 

For out of the black night of darkness 
Is born a glorious day! 



HIS BANNER OVER ME IS LOVE 



Above the skies are black. 

Beneath, the waters roar. 

The waves uplifting mountain high, 

Obscure the distant shore. 

Yet naught my trust in Him can move. 

For well I know, on sea or shore. 

His banner over me is love! 



In vain I seem to cry 

For succor on the deep, 

Amid the tempest's awful power. 

And wind's loud wrathful sweep. 

Yet naught my trust in Him can move. 

For well I know, on sea or shore. 

His banner over me is love. 



Oh, blessed thought to know. 

Where'er my bark be driven. 

He sees, he hears, his watchful eye 

Will guide me to his haven. 

Oh, naught my trust in Him can move, 

For well I know on sea or shore. 

His banner over me is love! 



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HIS MESSENGER 

Oh, blessed Master, may I tell 
Of all thy matchless worth, 

Of all thy grace to mortal man, 

Through all the realms of earth. 

Oh, let me be thy messenger. 

To bear the tidings round, 
From east to west, from north to south, 

To earth's remotest bound. 

Oh, may thy gracious word prevail 
Throughout our planet blest, 

May heathen nations know thy love, 
And feel thy perfect rest. 

Then strengthen me that I may do 

Thy blessed, holy will, 
With steadfast heart and prayerful lips. 

And thus thy law fulfill. 



THE CHRYSALIS 

Dead, yea dead and cold and pulseless, 

I thought the small dark worm, 

Lying so still there in its self-made grave, — 

Dead ! why should I hope for life from that 
dark tomb? 

With hope quite gone, I wrapped it in cere- 
ments 

And laid it in a casket out of sight, 

And so I quite forgot it, 

Weeks went by, when casually lifting the lid of 
my casket, 

I beheld, and !o ! a beauteous creature sat 
poised upon it, 

With wings outspread, ready for flight ! 

Silently I stood and watched 

As the wondrous form arose, 

And floated upward into the blue empyrean. 

Enraptured then I cried: 

"Thus too shall man the bands of death burst 
through 

And rise to God his native element !" 



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IN THE NIGHT-WATCHES 

I will meditate on Thee in the night-watches, 
In the silence of moon and stars, 

When a hush of peace falls o'er the earth 
And Heaven her gate unbars, — 

And my soul in rapture gazes 

Through the open portal wide, 

And a vision I may not utter 
Sweeps on in a golden tide. 

A vision of all things holy, 

Of wondrous grace and love, 
Comes to me in the silent hour, 

Straight down from the throne above. 

I will meditate on Thee in the night-watches. 
In the silence of moon and stars. 

And my soul shall be one with the Infinite, 
When Heaven her gate unbars. 



THE VOICE 

Oh, brook that speeds so blithely by. 
And heedeth not my eager cry. 
Wilt thou not pause and list to me. 
As fast thou runnest to the sea? 
Nay, nay, my child, it cannot be, 
The sea, the sea, it calls to me! 

Oh, pause and look, here are flowers fair. 
Whose perfume sweet fills all the air, 
The happy birds sing songs of glee, 
As fast thou runnest to the sea. 
Nay, tempt me not, it cannot be, 
The sea is calling loud to me. 

Oh. man, why labor on through life, 
With all this endless toil and strife? 
List like the brook, who calls to thee? 
A far, faint voice of melody; 
Eternity, eternity, 
It calls to thee I It calls to thee ! 

Soon thou must lay these baubles down. 

Say, are they worth thy heavenly crown? 

Oh. cast aside thy paltry plea. 

List to the voice that calls to thee : 

Eternity, eternity, 

It calls to thee, it calls to thee! 



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A PRAYER 

Oh, gracious Spirit, God of light, 

I lift my soul to thee with earnest prayer 

That I may more conformed be to thy blest 

will. 
I pray thee make me to know 
The power of thy resurrection, 
The fellowship of thy sufferings. 
That I may show forth all thy praise. 
In my body and spirit which are thine. 
I can of mine own self do nothing. 
But through thee I can do all things. 
Make me an instrument of thy glory 
A messenger of thy grace, 
Whereby men may know thy beauty and thy 

goodness. 
Grant unto me thy blest illumination, 
That I may behold wondrous things out of 

thy law. 
And I shall declare thy great goodness. 
And thy e-xcellent loving kindness. 
Oh, grant that my life may be 
So pure, so consistent, so faithful, loyal true, 
That others may learn to keep thy blest pre- 
cepts. 
And glorify thy name forevermore ! 



THE WINDINGS OF MY LIFE. 

The windings of my life are all 
Unfoldings of thy love to me, 

Then why should I the devious paths 
Of life complain to see? 

Wherever I may pass along, 

However dark the way. 
Thy smile the path illumines 

To glorious perfect day I 

The windings of my life are all 
Known perfectly to thee. 

The end from the beginning 
The Eternal Eye can see. 

The windings of my life are all 

Unfoldings of thy love to me, — 

Thy love — which doth unfold in time, 
And through eternity! 



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IN THE COVERT OF THY WINGS. 

In the covert of thy wings — 
Oh, promise sweet, 

That cheers my soul whatever storm or foe 
I meet. 

In the covert of thy wings — 
Though wild the blast, 
I'll keep me 'mid the tempest's roar 
Descending fast. 

In the covert of thy wings — 
May I for aye 

Be safe from all alarms and sin, 
I pray ! 

In the covert of thy wings — 
Oh, may I hide. 

And safe within that refuge sure 
Fore'er abide! 



GUIDE ME 

Oh, blessed Lord, I pray Thee guide me. 

For I am blind, I cannot know the way; 

Oh, take my hand and gently lead me, 

Through darkness up to Thine all-perfect 
day. 

Oh, lead me. Lord, lest I should falter. 

Amid the darkness and the pitfalls deep; 

Oh, take my hand and ever keep me. 

Close to Thy side 'mid all the rocky steep. 

Far up the rugged heights beyond me, 

I hear strange voices 'mid the deepening 
gloom ; 
I am afraid, dear Lord, lest I should wander. 
And follow lights which round about me 
loom. 

So, Lord, I pray Thee gently lead me. 

Thou knowest the way Thy faltering child 
should take ; 
Oh. guide me to Thy refuge far above me. 
Where light eternal on our souls shall 
break ! 



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GOD'S VESTIBULE (The Earth) 

How glorious thy vestibule ! 
Canopied with sapphire, instarred with dia- 
monds, 
Girdled with the emerald of thy mountains. 
And the opal of thy waters, — 
How glorious thy vestibule ! 

The beauty of this, our earthly home, 

On which light from thy throne radiates. 

Must be the shadow of thy glory, 

The lainbow promise of beauty supernal, 

The irrefutable proof of thy being, 

Of thy power and God-head. 



I SHALL BE SATISFIED 

T shall be satisfied — aye satisfied. 
When I awake with thy likeness bright. 
Oh, wondrous change ! oh, blessed transfor- 
mation ! 
I shall be satisfied — without blight ! 

I shall be satisfied — aye satisfied, — 
Gone all unrest — all care, — 
Oh, grace divine, oh, loveliness supernal ! 
I shall be satisfied — thy likeness bear ! 

I shall be satisfied — aye satisfied, 
No more shall sin my soul dismay ; 
In the paradise of God, with thy image, 
I shall be satisfied — for aye! 

I CANNOT HELP FROM SINGING 

I cannot help from singing 

Of all His love to me. 
So much of grace and pity 

Awake sweet melody. 

I cannot help from singing, — 

My heart is full of joy. 
The praises of my God and king 

Must be my best employ. 

I cannot help from singing, 

My cup is running o'er 
With fullest joy and blessing — 

I'll praise Him more and more. 

I cannot help from singing, 

I'll sing His praise for aye, 

Oh, join with me your voices, 
And joyful be alway. 

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THE SONG TRIUMPHANT 

What is the song of the bird, 

As it trills its vernal lay, 
Basking in golden sunshine 

Throughout the livelong day? 
What is the song of the brook 

As it bursts its icy bed. 
And merrily rippleth onward, 

With the blue skies overhead? 

What is the song of the flower, 

Distilling its sweet perfume, 
In the shady nook of the woodland, 

Dispelling all its gloom? 
What is the song of the bee. 

As it speeds on joyful wings. 
Culling the sweets of the flowerets. 

In the blithesome days of spring? 

What is the song of the breeze 

As it gently stirs above, 
Hovering o'er the meadows 

With warmest kiss of love? 
There is one song of the flower. 

Of the bee, and the brook, and the bird. 
And this song is the song of the breeze 

As it murmurs lightly stirred. 

The song they sing is the sweetest 

Ever heard by mortals below, 
'Tis the song God taught our parents 

When Eden was lost of yore. 
The song is "Hope" and forever 

From age to age it thrills, 
Its strains sublime float onward, 

And earth's loud murmur stills. 

Oh, man, give up thy doubting. 

Throw to the wind thy fears. 
And list to the song of Nature 

Sung through a thousand years. 
The song of Life immortal — 

The Soul's divinest lay. 
The song of Life triumphant. 

O'er Death forever and aye. 



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THE HILLS OF LIGHT 

When backward o'er life's stormy way, 

My spirit wends its flight, 

I view the valleys dark with gloom. 

And then the hills of light. 

The hills of light, the hills of light! 

The blessed hills of light! 

Where dwelt no gloom, where all was bloom. 

Where fell no dreary night. 

The hills of light, the hills of light, 

How graceful and how fair. 

The valley passed and gone all fear. 

How happy to be there ! 

The hills of light, the hills of light, 

God's blessed dwelling-place. 

Where comes no evil thing or foul, 

Where we shall see his face. 

The hills of light, the hills of light. 
Oh, may we see their bloom, 
When life's unrest at length is past. 
And Jesus bids us come ! 



ON THE HEIGHTS 

'Twas on the heights of Horeb, 
On Sinai's flaming brow, 

God's voice proclaimed the holy law. 
To which mankind should bow. 

'Twas Ararat's lofty summit 

On which the Ark was cast. 

And Noah's little family 

Were saved from stormy blast. 

'Twas on the top of Carmel, 
With Baal's hosts around, 

Elijah called down fire 

And did their souls confound. 

'Twas on the Mount of Hermon, 
To Peter, James, and John, 

The Lord's transfigured glory 
In supernal beauty shone. 

'Twas Calvary, dear Calvary, 

Where Christ the Saviour bled, 

And for the sinful race of man 
His blood did freely shed. 

Fair Olivet, blest Olivet, 

'Twas there our risen Lord 

Ascended into Heaven, 

To the Paradise of God. 



A VISION 

Beyond the roseate glow of eve, 

Beyond the shadows vague and dark, 

I see a vision sweet and fair, 
Give ear, my soul, oh hark ! 

Beyond the evening star's pale gleam. 
Beyond the morn's wan light. 

There looms a region fair and sweet. 
Where all is pure and bright. 

A vision far, but ever near, 

For loved ones there I see, — 

All clothed in shining raiment fair. 
Who beckon unto me. 



THE VEIL 

This morn I stood and looked across 
To where blue brows are reared in sky. 

And lo ! a misty dimness spread 
To tantalize my eye. 

In vain my gaze essayed to pierce. 

And feast my anxious soul. 
On azure beauty bright and clear 

Which rose above the wold. 

I (l.Trkly saw, as through a glass, 
A faint vague phantom brow. 

Uplifted through the veil of mist — 
It stirs my spirit now. 

And as I gazed, there came to me 

'I'hese words of Holy Writ, 
"As through a glass His glory shines 

And dimly doth emit." 

Oh. purplish mist, I know thou art, 

An emblem fair and true, 
Of God's great mercy to mankind. 

His love all shining through. 

His glory now he veils in love. 

Lest mnn should blinded be. 
But death shall rend all barriers, 

And face to face we'll see. 



THE LIGHT OF GOD. 

All about me float thick clouds, 
I cannot see a ray of light, 

I grope along and pray for day. 
How terrible this night! 

No moon, no stars, no comet's glow. 
To break the dreadful gloom, — 

I falter, stumble, pray, and cry. 
And face the yawning tomb. 

He hears my cry, the blessed Lord, 
He sends the dawn — 'tis day! 

And all the darkness of my soul. 
Is flown fore'er away I 

LORD, TO WHOM SHALL WE GO? 

Lord, to whom shall we go but unto Thee, 
For Thou hast the words of eternal life, 

Without Thee we are weak and blind and 
helpless, 
And sick amid life's bitter, ceaseless strife. 

In Thy presence there is light and wisdom. 

There is joy. beauty, and purity divine. 
To Thee we come, the fountain of all good- 
ness. 
The helper of the wounded heart and 
burdened mind. 

To Thee we come, our blessed Redeemer, 
Creator, Preserver, Helper ever true. 

We come to bless Thy holy name forever. 
We come to serve Thee and our vows 
renew. 

•T V.aLL NEVER LEAVE THEE NOR 
FORSAKE" 

Be still my soul, know God will keep 
The child who trusts his love. 

He will not ever thee forsake, — 
Thy faith he seeks to prove. 

Thy way is dark, but he will lead 

His child to perfect day. 
Oh, do thy part in humble trust, 

And from his side ne'er stray. 

When in the stormy blasts of life. 

With fears assailing hard, 
Oh, put thy hand within his own. 

And lean upon thy God. 

He will not leave thee nor forsake, 
But shield thee from all harm, 

Oh, blessed, blessed refuge, 
Amid life's blasting storm I 

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THERE'S JOY IN ALL THE WORLD 
TO-DAY 

There's joy in all the world to-day 

Because my heart is glad, 
The clouds of woe have rolled away ! 

I am no longer sad. 

Bright, beautiful and pure I see, 
The earth so grandly drest, 

'Tis hard to know that 'mid this scene 
May be a soul distrest. 

There's joy in all the world to-day, 

Because my heart is glad, 
The clouds of woe have rolled away, 

I am no longer sad. 

I lift my soul up to Thy face, 

Who didst my soul illume. 
Who banished darkness, woe, and pain. 

Till gone is all the gloom. 

Thou hast put gladness in my heart, 
Oh, let me sing Thy praise 

Forever and forevermore. 

Throughout my length of days. 



GOD IS LOVE 

God is love, why should I doubt him. 
Why should I fear the waters chill? 

It was his grace and love and mercy, 
That led me on, that leads me still. 

God is love, oh, trust him ever. 

Though black the cloud about thy way; 
He only seeketh thus to teach thee. 

To trust in darkness as in day. 

God is love, oh, promise gracious. 

That he will be our faithful guide, 

If we but work and pray and trust him. 
He will with us in truth abide. 



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OH, GLORIOUS DAY! 

Oh, glorious day, thy advent we hail, 

When the kingdom of God on earth shall 

prevail. 
When nations afar their idols shall fell, 
To witness for Jesus, the glad tidings to tcU! 

When truth, love, and peace shall in loving 

einbrace 
Make Heaven of earth for man's fallen race ; 
When war no more shall threaten our land, 
But the angel of Peace our armies command. 

How blessed, thrice blessed, this earth, may 

we say, 
When evil no more her sceptre shall sway ! 
Oh, hasten the hour, my soid may it hail, 
When righteousness true on earth shall prevail ! 



REJOICE AND BE GLAD, FOR LIGHT IS 
BREAKING. 

Rejoice and be glad, for light is breaking 
On shores in shadows wrapped so long. 

See heathen now their gods forsaking — 
Rejoice! break into rapturous song. 

Rejoice and be glad, oh, redeemed creation, 
Throughout the earth His praises now 
sing ; 

The nations assemble to offer oblation, 

To hasten the advent of Jesus our King. 

Rejoice and be glad, for peace like a river. 
Shall flow through the earth in a deep'ning 
tide; 
Rejoice and be glad, sound His praises for- 
ever — 
Be joyful, oh, earth, throw thy gates open 
wide. 

Rejoice and be glad, for Jesus is bringing 
Heaven to earth with His glorious reign ; 

Rejoice and be glad, break forth into singing, 
Sound His praises, sound His praises, 
from mountain to plain. 



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THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD FOR 
JESUS 

'Jlie whole wide world for Jesus, 

Let this watchword echo round, 
The whole wide world for Jesus, 

Till all the lost be found. 
The whole wide world for Jesus, 

Of every land and clime. 
The whole wide world for Jesus, 

We'll sing the strain sublime ! 

The whole wide world for Jesus, 

Alas ! we slumber long. 
While souls go down in darkness, 

A mighty, Qiristless throng, 
The whole wide world for Jesus, 

Be this our battle cry. 
The whole wide world for Jesus, 

To conquer or to die ! 

The whole wide world for Jesus, 

To-day he calls for men, 
We'll hasten at his bidding. 

Until the world we win. 
The whole wide world for Jesus, 

We'll bring the lost ones home ! 
The whole wide world for Jesus, 

We'll pray his kingdom come ! 

The whole wide world for Jesus, 

Oh, glorious, glorious day. 
When pain and sin and sorrow. 

Shall forever flee away! 
The whole wide world for Jesus, 

And if we faithful be, 
The whole wide world for Jesus, 

Will shout the victory ! 



THE WOUNDED BIRD 

With drooping head and pinions, upon a 

maple spray, 
A wounded bird sat singing her little life 

away ; 
There was no note of sadness, the song was 

wondrous sweet, — 
It stirred my heart to pity as I paused the 

bird to greet. 

"Oh, wounded bird," I faltered, "how canst 

thou sweetly sing 
When pierced with cruel arrows hangs limp 

thy broken wing? 

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Methinks all hushed and silent upon the ma- 
ple tree, 

Would be thy accents cheery, thy voice of 
melody." 

"Oh, man, canst thou not fathom the secret 

of my song. 
Which from my bruised bosom pours forth 

to aid the throng 
Of all the earth's heart-broken who pass along 

the way. 
And catch perhaps the cadence of this my 

cheery lay? 

"My own sad heart is lightened to know that 

other hearts 
May bear their burdens better, the wound 

which bleeds and smarts ; 
Because of this my lyric, poured forth in 

grief and pain. 
Upon this bough of maple, a wounded bird's 

refrain." 



THE IRON HATH NOT ENTERED MY 
SOUL 

I have drunk of the wormwood and gall, 

I have drained it e'en down to the lees, 
I have mustered at duty's stern call, 

I have sailed through bloodiest seas. 
I have fought in the thick of the fight, 

To the foe my bosom I've laid bare. 
While the cannon its horrors have belched, 

And reddened the field with its glare. 

Though rough is the path to my feet. 

Though bleeding and torn they may be. 
Though fierce is the thirst of my heart, 

For a word of true sympathy, — 
Though alone I must tread the wild way. 

That lieth in shadows and gloom. 
Though far be the goal of my heart. 

And dread shapes before me may loom, — 

Yet tliere's one joy I hug to my breast. 

Which no man can e'er take away, 
For to me 'tis the supremest test 

Of the soul who hath fought in the fray. 
Though legions of foes may beset. 

Though billows of trouble may roll. 
Thank God there's one comfort left. 

The iron hath not entered my soul ! 

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TRUTH IS MIGHTY AND WILL PRE- 
VAIL 

Oh, man, there's naught for thee to fear, 
Who keepeth truth and justice here; 
The coward soul doth shrink and pale, 
E'en though begirt with cast of mail. 
For all his hope is greed and lust. 
In God we trust, his ways are just. 
Truth, truth is mighty and will prevail ! 

Oh, falter not, thou censured soul, 
But march straight onward to thy goal, 
What though thy plans and purpose fail, 
And thy misfortunes friends bewail ? 
Oh, do not thou thyself berate, — 
For soon or late, as sure as fate. 
Truth, truth is mighty and will prevail ! 

Though sailing slow from lands remote, 
Thou'lt see thy ship come safe to port ; 
Though storms arise thou needest not quail, 
Nor fear the fury of the gale. 
Oh, wait that happy destined hour! 
Though tempests lower, thou hast all power, 
For right is might and will prevail ! 



LET YOUR LIFE RING TRUE 

Let your life ring true, my brother, 

Let your life ring true. 
No matter where you labor. 

Or what you are called to do. 
Through the sunshine and the shadow, 

With the false or with the true, 
Let your life ring true, my brother, 

Let your life ring true. 

Oh, there are devious ways, my brother, 

By which to reach the goal, 
Be sure you choose the narrow way. 

And do not risk your soul, — 
For in the end 'twill brighten, 

And there'll be naught to rue. 
If your life rings true, my brother. 

If your life rings true. 

There are many lives, my brother, 
That have a hollow sound, 

Of brass, or tinkling cymbal. 

Which girds them all around. 



They are not true gold, my brother, 
You will their faults eschew. 

If your life rings true, my brother. 
If your life rings true. 

Be true whate'er befall you, 

In life's brief span, 
Stand in the front of battle, 

And conquer like a man. 
Do right if friends be many, 

Or it your friends be few, 
And fortune will befriend you. 

If your life rings true. 



WILL THE WORLD BE BETTER FOR 
WHAT THOU HAST DONE 

Will the world be better for what thou hast 

done. 
When thy mortal race on earth is run? 
Hast thou eased the pain of a broken heart? 
Of another's burdens hast thou borne a part? 
Hast thou served with spirit true and brave 
To rescue the fallen from a sin-cursed grave? 
Will the world be better for what thou hast 

done 
When thy mortal race on earth is run? 

Oh, pause and question thy soul awhile. 

For life is swift passing and earth's pleasures 

beguile ; 
Hast thou been faithful to duty in thy tempted 

hour? 
Hast thou trusted in God through sun and 

through shower? 
Hast thou loved the right and hated the 

wrong? 
Hast thou lent a hand to the world-weary 

throng ? 
Will the world be better for what thou hast 

done 
When thy mortal race on earth is run? 

Oh, self-seeking soul, resign thy vain quest. 
Go out in the world and give of thy best. 
To the cry of the poor turn not a deaf ear. 
Speak words of kindness, do deeds of cheer, 
Stem the torrent of sin, love not the world's 

pelf. 
Live, live for thy fellow-man, not alone for 

thyself. 
Thus alone canst thou say when thy race is 

run, 
"The world is better for what I have done." 

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DUTY 

Oh, duty, how hard and grim thy visage ! 
We shrink from thy forbidding countenance. 
And fain would turn our backs and flee from 

thee! 
Thou art so stem — so unlovely ere we know 

thee. 
But when once we have embraced thee. 
How beauteous thy face ; 

Like God's own messenger thou dost become ! 
We feel our souls uplifted to the heights 
Where angels tread. 
We know that God is with us, 
All doubt and dread forevermore are flown ! 



NEVER GIVE UP 

Though trials hard should press. 

Never give up, 
Souls are bom in stress, 

Never give up. 
Keep on with steadfast heart. 
And nobly do thy part. 
Though sorely tempted thou art. 

Never give up. 

Have faith in God above, 

Never give up. 
Have hope and trust his love. 

Never give up. 
Go forward day by day. 
Though evil should hold sway, 
This motto be thy stay. 

Never give up ! 



THE MARCH OF THE SEASONS 

Oh, earth, thou art beauteous at springtide, 

And sweet are the lays and the trills. 
Of thy self-exiled warblers, 

As they return to the dales and the hills. 
The south-wind kisseth the flowers. 

And they blossom in beauty and charm. 
In hedges, and gardens, and bowers. 

Where lovers delight to roam. 

Oh, earth, thou art beauteous at June-tide, 
Full-robed in thy garments of green, 

Thy skies of deep azure all smiling, 

With soft, floating cloudlets between. 

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Thy air is so balmy and blithesome, 
Thy roses so fragrant and white, 

We welcome each day with rejoicing, 
And hail each eve with delight. 

But a Lurlie's charm hath Autumn,^ 

With her shimmering veil of mist, 
Thrown over her gorgeous splendor 

Of gold and amethyst. 
The crimson of her blushes, 

As the sun-god whispers adieu. 
Fills the poet's soul with rapture. 

And his worship kindles anew. 

Yes, other seasons are beauteous, 

And sadly we see them go. 
But, oh, the fading of autumn 

Is the saddest time we know. 
Yet brief is the reign of winter. 

Then spring sweeps on apace, 
And summer follows faster. 

In the seasons' merry race. 

And though our hearts are sighing 
As we watch dear autumn go. 

She'll soon return with her magic. 
And blush again, we know. 



TO A LATE BLOSSOM 
(Appreciation) 

So late thou art blooming my sweet, 
Out here where the frost softly falls. 

Didst thou wake at the sound of my feet, 
Canst thou hear when my heart loudly calls ? 

I wandered to-day through the dell. 

Where brown leaves lay heaped on the sod, 

About me the winter winds moaned 

For the flowerets, the fair children "of God. 

They were dead and sepulchered there. 
Where so late in beauty they'd stood. 

The crimson and purple and gold. 
Of asters that skirted the wood. 

Oh. my heart was heayy, I sighed, 

As the winds a requiem sang. 
For the autumnal glory which died. 

While the world's great heart felt a pang. 



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Surely thou didst hear me, dear one, 
And out of thy cerements came. 

To gladden my world-weary heart, 
And thy errant lover reclaim. 

No frosts shall e'er wither thy charms, 
I'll pluck thee, and right o'er my heart 

Thou shalt lie forever and aye. 
And not even death shall us part ! 



HE KEEPETH WATCH 

Amid life's stormy blasts. 

When darkness veils the sky. 

And terror smites thy heart, 
Remember God is nigh. 

He keepeth watch, be not dismayed. 

The Lord is nigh, be not afraid. 

In every trying hour, 

When Satan's darts are hurled, 
When friends forsake and comforts flee 

And drear is all the world. 
Oh, trust in Him, be not dismayed. 
He keepeth watch, be not afraid. 

When life is past and thou 

Dost sleep beneath the sod, 

When earth forgets thy dust. 
His angels will hold guard. 

Trust in Him now, be not dismayed, 

He keepeth watch, be not afraid. 



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